Lorien POV

“Jump!” Riven’s shout cracked the night, and I didn’t hesitate. I dove through the window.

Air thickened around us, magic tugging at our fall so we didn’t smash into the ground, but we still hit hard. Riven took most of my weight; he staggered back, a grunt escaping him. He must’ve twisted something in the landing an ankle, a foot and guilt washed through me as sharp as cold water. He’d leapt for me because of the wolf, and the thought that a Fae might be hurt for my ...